What I Write
It was a Saturday.
Not the night I died, the night I was invited to die.
It started out typically for my nights. I was deeply involved in the chapter when the heroine meets with the heroin, but is interrupted by Satan when someone knocked on my door.
Now, that was atypical. It was fairly late in the night, ’round midnight or so, and I don’t tend to make the kind of friends who’ll stop by. I’m a love ’em and leave ’em kinda gal. I alienate those few who do make it into my home with a blase “I’ll call you” and a fake phone number. So it was strange.
This wasn’t just any Saturday, either. It was the Saturday before my 26th birthday.
At the door was a man I’d never seen before. He had blonde hair, and exceptionally bright eyes. He also had a package, with a fancy envelope on the top. I asked him if I could help him, and he asked if I was me. Of course, things being as they are, I was (the present is debatable), and so he handed me the package. He wouldn’t say what it was, or who it was from, and very politely took his leave.
It took me all of five seconds to tear open the package.
Inside, there was a simple white mask, and a thousand dollars. Nice, right? That’s a helluva birthday present, I figured.
Then I remembered that there was an envelope.
The mask was one of those half-face kinds, with a strap to attach it to your head. Then envelope contained an invitation to the Annual Ahmadi Society Ball. I think. It was the Ahmadi society something, at least.
The Ahmadi Society, as far as I knew, was an organization devoted to the study of all things occult. They were one of those exclusive clubs that people in my field whisper about in hushed tones, and wish they could belong to. I’d heard of them, and couldn’t believe that I was invited. I thought that my birthday couldn’t possibly get any better, and it hadn’t even started yet.
I went back to the heroine, the heroin, and Satan for a while, and then I went to bed.
I wasted my last day.
|What I Write||
I’m not actually a writer. I’m a computer programmer, but my husband is a Clarion West Scholar (Class of ’13), and I strongly believe in and am glad to support the Clarion West Workshop.
The writing sample above is mine, but it is an excerpt from a Live Journal page I made for a role-playing game character (in Vampire: The Masquerade) who was a writer. Yes, convoluted, but I played a writer in an RPG, so I wrote stuff. 🙂 Now it’s time to try again.
I have none. You can see my pretty code here:
but it doesn’t have a good narrative flow. 😛
My Write-a-thon Goals
I had a really cool dream that I would like to turn into a story. For those people who know me, you are aware how difficult I find writing, so even just getting this one story out of my head and written will be a huge accomplishment. Anything I might do beyond that will just be bonus.
I will gladly accept any sponsorship, as any monies earned will go to supporting an entity that I love.